Quotes About Solitude

One may be drunk with love without being any nearer to finding his mate.

I know you'll never love me but maybe you'll stay for awhile.

There is a marvelous peace in not publishing ... I like to write. I love to write. But I write just for myself and my own pleasure.

I love the process of being alone in a room.

no reason to mention my peculiarities, my wandering in the maze these many years, shut away from sight. and from love, too.

There are moments when I would love to fall asleep with my head on somebody's shoulder, just because I was so used to that for so long.

I love to be alone with life. I love to study simple things: the light as it filters in a window; the music of a room full of people chatting; a horizon.

I love the way L A. leaves you alone. I can go home, read all day, and nobody bugs me.

How I do love to hear the wolves howl!

If one didn't have love, was it better, then, to be alone?

Let him love none and be by none beloved!

I now know that some people feel unhappiness the way others love: privately, intensely, and without recourse.

A dog pours a pitcher of love into the lonesome spots of your life.

Unlike some people, who love to go out, I love to stay home.

I love New York. You're never alone, but you're always on your own.

How I'd love to get away from here and be someone else for a while in a place where no one knows or expects certain things from me.

I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library.

I love the life of an actor because you spend brief amounts of time with other people and then you just leave. I need to be alone a lot, and I need the outdoors.

She frowned at him. 'You are in love with solitude.' 'Is there a better cure for the world than solitude?

We decided that sooner or later you had to learn to live without almost everybody, at least for a while. Even people you didn't think you could live without." p 167 love always found itself again.

I'm happiest in an empty church. I love the smell of a church.

There was a footpath leading across fields to New Southgate, and I used to go there alone to watch the sunset and contemplate suicide. I did not, however, commit suicide, because I wished to know more of mathematics.

So I went back outside to wait…and to sing.

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